Serena Sullivan looked up at Claire Sullivan and asked.
"All these years, I’ve cooperated with the doctor’s treatments, tried acupuncture, rehab, everything, but when the knife goes in, there’s still no sensation." Her tone was light and indifferent, devoid of sadness—not because it’s painless, but because she’s long been numb from the pain.
Claire Sullivan stared at Serena’s legs, her expression changed, she wanted to approach but first took a step back.
"Tell me, with me , what man would want me!"
"Ethan Grant, he’s just willing to marry me." Serena Sullivan smiled slightly, although she had blackmailed him with those documents.
"But he’s Zoe’s fiancé."
Claire Sullivan replied angrily.
"Your precious stepdaughter is beautiful, capable, and healthy. Finding a man is simpler for her than for me." Serena chuckled, it was because Ethan was going to marry Zoe Quinn that she snatched him away.
"Mom, but I am your own daughter."
Claire Sullivan was stunned for a moment, looking at the brightly-smiling Serena, realizing that Serena was mocking her for not caring about her own daughter’s well-being.
"How about this!" Serena half-jokingly suggested, "I’ll return him to her when I’m tired of playing!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Serena felt a chilling cold sensation on her back, tightening her entire body, with her heart throbbing in pain.
Before an angry Claire Sullivan could erupt, anxious footsteps came rushing down the stairs behind her, and soon, fair legs entered Serena’s view. Moving up, a pink dress framed a tear-filled girl who looked pitiful and endearing.
"Sister! How can you speak this way about brother Ethan!"
Serena Sullivan glanced at Zoe Quinn, then looked ahead, disinterested in responding.
The air suddenly thickened, Zoe neither felt the slightest embarrassment and sobbed a few times, as tears fell even heavier.
Serena, who snatched the man, was the shameless woman.
"Sister, last night you kidnapped me to get brother Ethan. Now, you’ve married him, why can’t you treat him well!"
"I know you hate me, but please, don’t ruin brother Ethan because of me."
Her voice rose and fell with sobs, blaming Serena for all the wrongdoings.
Serena listened, her two numb legs became extremely uncomfortable. Her hand gently squeezed her thighs, retracting her gaze to see Zoe crying a river of tears, a deep mockery flashing in her eyes.
"If you know I hate you, then get lost!"
Was any of what she said just now ruining Ethan Grant?
"Besides, what I’m ruining is Ethan Grant, none of your business!"
She hated Zoe Quinn just as much as Claire Sullivan hated herself. No, Claire’s hatred for her and her hatred for Zoe were equally intense.
"Yesterday, Ethan Grant was your fiancé, but now..." Serena’s lips curled into a smile, a smug grin, "he’s my man!"
Her provocation left Zoe momentarily stunned, tears quickly flowed, crying and shouting. Updates are released by novel-fire.net
"Sister! Sister! If not for you, brother Ethan would be marrying me."
Claire Sullivan couldn’t bear to listen anymore, first comforting the crying Zoe softly, "Zoe, don’t cry, mom will stand up for you."
After speaking, she walked up to stare angrily at Serena sitting in a wheelchair, furiously demanding, "Apologize, apologize to Zoe right now!"
"And leave Ethan Grant!"
Serena Sullivan looked up at Claire Sullivan, who was standing up for Zoe Quinn, her cold mocking laughter echoing, "I was thinking of returning him after playing, but now it seems, even if I’m tired of playing, I will keep Ethan Grant trapped, so they can never be together legitimately as dog-couple for the rest of their lives."
The appearance of Zoe Quinn made Serena unable to suppress the hatred bubbling within her
The hand on her leg froze at some point, some things one only knows how terrifying after experiencing them; some people wouldn’t be spared even if they turned into ghosts in hell.